I always thought that depression was kind of silly. I have never really been an overly emotional person and I have never really had much sympathy for people who were struggling with depression. I always just thought that they should get over it. I always assumed that they were depressed over something silly, something that didn’t really make any difference.
My thoughts on this matter have changed since I have been married. No, it is not being married or dealing with my wife that makes me depressed. What depresses me is when my wife is gone.
My wife is in Miami for a mission’s trip this week and I am home all alone. It is amazing the difference it makes having just that one person around. Somehow I get bored so much quicker when I am by myself than I do when she is here. I find myself moping around wishing that she were just in another room, or something.
It is not like our lives are full of excitement when she is around; she just somehow completes the picture. Without her there is something noticeable missing. Anyone who knows me well knows that I have no problem being alone. Before I met my wife I was perfectly content to spend a Friday night sitting in my room at school, reading a book or playing a computer game. I didn’t think that I needed anyone else around. I can no longer do that. I am now perfectly content to do the same things on a Friday night, as long as my wife is somewhere near. Knowing that I will not see her for a week makes me physically sick. I don’t know how to explain it, maybe it is just me.
Posted by bhuffine at July 5, 2003 12:29 PM | TrackBackI can't say I know what you mean from a married perspective, but what you wrote pretty much explains how I feel about Nao. The feeling that something is missing, the lack of completion. I feel for you man and hope your wife comes home soon!
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